A fine line….

A fine line….

“Ew…” I gawked at the orange my husband was peeling over the sink. “What’s up with that?”

“I know.” He scrunched up his face. “I’m not sure. It’s really discolored.”


I picked up a piece and examined it.  It was orange on the bottom but a dark red, almost maroon  color on the top. “Do you think it’s okay?”

“I don’t know.  Here,” he handed me a piece. “Try it.”

“I’m not trying it. You try it.”

“We’ll do it together.”


Simultaneously we both took a tiny bite.  I swallowed hard. “I don’t think it’s good. Do you?”

“No.” He placed the rest on the counter and opened the refrigerator and removed another orange. “Here,” he pointed at a small sticker on the fruit. “Can you read that?”

I squinted. “Oh.” I frowned at him. “These are blood oranges.”

“Oh.  So I guess they aren’t bad after all.”

“I guess not.”

He handed me a piece.  I slowly chewed. “Wow. This is really delicious,” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, now that you realize it isn’t going to poison you.”

I punched him in the arm.  “Big shot, you were no better…”

Isn’t perception amazing? There is such a fine line between reality and imagination…

19 thoughts on “A fine line….

    1. Rorybore – and when your brain thinks that something is going to be spoiled your taste buds try to go along with it…

  1. If you take any medication that restricts you from eating grapefruit, read up on the internet about blood oranges. If I remember right the blood oranges have some similarity to grapefruit.

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